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Bubbly Video (MV)




Performed By: Lusyd
Language: English
Length: 3:42
Written by: Benjamin Adams, Tristam Davis




Lusyd - Bubbly Lyrics




Bubbly like some Pierre, Speedin' on the highway
I can't really f*ck with y'all, so get out my way
See that green light, hit the gas
Next thing you see me doin' the dash
Denim covered in weed ash
Yeah I'm in a Tesla, and we speed past
Countin' all this cash (Money) watch it stackin' up, hella fast
Next thing you know, I left you in the past

Yeah a bag of Backwoods, and a bottle of gin
Bro you know I got the goods just look what I'm offerin'
I grew up from the hood, now I got money to spend
It all started flippin' zips and slangin' weed to no end
I'm weighin' up pounds, got my triple beam balanced out
I smoke an ounce every other minute, losin' count
It's strictly loud, you better leave, don't pull that reggie out
I grab a Henny bottle, crack the seal and guzzle down
Sippin' so much drank, that Bombay start to taste like water now
Ride the wave 'til I hit my grave, sleeping six feet down
This that underground shit, my 304 team and me, we movin' mountains
And yo girl she bounce it, we on the couch bet we loungin'
Got her soakin' wet water fountain, I dive in and I'm drownin'
Take a swig and puff the gas, then I pass her off that liquor bottle and watch her down it

Bubbly like some Pierre, Speedin' on the highway
I can't really f*ck with y'all, so get out my way
See that green light, hit the gas
Next thing you see me doin' the dash
Denim covered in weed ash
Yeah I'm in a Tesla, and we speed past
Countin' all this cash (Money) watch it stackin' up, hella fast
Next thing you know, I left you in the past

Yeah it's gettin' too steamy, when we chiefin' in my whip
I swear it's gettin' hard to see, I say we roll another zip
Got three bitches in that two seater, sippin' on a fifth
Ziploc bag full of grass, spark it up and take a hit
Roll it puff it pass, hold up not so fast, gotta make it last
Canine sniffin' it through the plastic
I'm smokin' top shelf gas bitch, got premium in all my classics
We hop out then we blast shit, I got the magic
I'm everlasting you so old, that you're crackin'
I'm eatin' calamari from a Kraken we got the Roor slappin'
Yo bitch at the door gaspin' for air cuz we smashed over there
I hope her man don't care, that I had a handful of her hair
I got him scared, Hit that shit so hard I'm afraid it'll tear
Hold it need a spare moment, hand me that clipper or zippo, I gotta light this potent

Bubbly like some Pierre, Speedin' on the highway
I can't really f*ck with y'all, so get out my way
See that green light, hit the gas
Next thing you see me doin' the dash
Denim covered in weed ash
Yeah I'm in a Tesla, and we speed past
Countin' all this cash (Money) watch it stackin' up, hella fast
Next thing you know, I left you in the past
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English

Bubbly like some Pierre, Speedin' on the highway
I can't really f*ck with y'all, so get out my way
See that green light, hit the gas
Next thing you see me doin' the dash
Denim covered in weed ash
Yeah I'm in a Tesla, and we speed past
Countin' all this cash (Money) watch it stackin' up, hella fast
Next thing you know, I left you in the past

Yeah a bag of Backwoods, and a bottle of gin
Bro you know I got the goods just look what I'm offerin'
I grew up from the hood, now I got money to spend
It all started flippin' zips and slangin' weed to no end
I'm weighin' up pounds, got my triple beam balanced out
I smoke an ounce every other minute, losin' count
It's strictly loud, you better leave, don't pull that reggie out
I grab a Henny bottle, crack the seal and guzzle down
Sippin' so much drank, that Bombay start to taste like water now
Ride the wave 'til I hit my grave, sleeping six feet down
This that underground shit, my 304 team and me, we movin' mountains
And yo girl she bounce it, we on the couch bet we loungin'
Got her soakin' wet water fountain, I dive in and I'm drownin'
Take a swig and puff the gas, then I pass her off that liquor bottle and watch her down it

Bubbly like some Pierre, Speedin' on the highway
I can't really f*ck with y'all, so get out my way
See that green light, hit the gas
Next thing you see me doin' the dash
Denim covered in weed ash
Yeah I'm in a Tesla, and we speed past
Countin' all this cash (Money) watch it stackin' up, hella fast
Next thing you know, I left you in the past

Yeah it's gettin' too steamy, when we chiefin' in my whip
I swear it's gettin' hard to see, I say we roll another zip
Got three bitches in that two seater, sippin' on a fifth
Ziploc bag full of grass, spark it up and take a hit
Roll it puff it pass, hold up not so fast, gotta make it last
Canine sniffin' it through the plastic
I'm smokin' top shelf gas bitch, got premium in all my classics
We hop out then we blast shit, I got the magic
I'm everlasting you so old, that you're crackin'
I'm eatin' calamari from a Kraken we got the Roor slappin'
Yo bitch at the door gaspin' for air cuz we smashed over there
I hope her man don't care, that I had a handful of her hair
I got him scared, Hit that shit so hard I'm afraid it'll tear
Hold it need a spare moment, hand me that clipper or zippo, I gotta light this potent

Bubbly like some Pierre, Speedin' on the highway
I can't really f*ck with y'all, so get out my way
See that green light, hit the gas
Next thing you see me doin' the dash
Denim covered in weed ash
Yeah I'm in a Tesla, and we speed past
Countin' all this cash (Money) watch it stackin' up, hella fast
Next thing you know, I left you in the past
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Writer: Benjamin Adams, Tristam Davis
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